The Path Toward Heaven

The taste of summer is getting real, the weather is getting hotter, and even the wind is stuffy.

I don't know if people in Ohara City will miss the inexplicable snowstorm that year, anyway, that bamboo chair will appear less and less under the corridor.

When the flowers in the lotus pond bloomed to their peak, Bu Qiuxiao finally ended the hardship on the sea and took the bitter boat to the three thousand yards.

This is a true saint. Theoretically, the welcome of Qingshan Sect should be more solemn, but I do n’t know if it is Bu Qiuxiao ’s own request or some other reason. Guangyuan real people and Nan forget are not in the three thousand courtyards. appear.

Bu Qiuxiao was even worse than Zenzi, and the commoner was completely dirty, as if it had been blackened.

At the age of ten, Liu and his family prepared towels and hot water as quickly as possible, and prepared new clothes.

Bu Qiuxiao took the hot towel and wiped his face casually, changed his clothes, but refused to take a bath. He first looked at Jing Jiu, and then, like a zen child, crossed the round window directly to the lake and sat on the stone bench. under.

"I also wanted to try if the sage's bath water can develop some good herbs." Zhuo Rusui looked out the window and said with some regret.

The queen mother is pure and happy, and she could not help wrinkling her nose.

This game between Bu Qiuxiao and Xilai was even simpler. He took out a book and gave it to Xilai.

Xilai took the book and started watching. Even the pages that can be flipped by the breeze seem to be extremely heavy under his finger, like a mountain.

Every time a page is turned, a strong wind is generated on the surface of the lake. Especially when turning to the last few pages, even the heavens and the earth have a sense of induction. Overcast clouds gather, blocking the blazing sun, but not only is it cool, but also cold.

It didn't take long for West to finish reading the book, hand it back, rub his face, and looked a little tired.

Bu Qiuxiao took the book and said with some emotion: "Who is your opponent in Chaotian Continent now?"

Said West: "You have been hurt too much and haven't taken a rest these days. It's not counted."

Bu Qiuxiao shook his head and said, "I usually take longer to read this book than you."

The saint of Yi Maozhai is half a level higher than Tongtian Realm, and even he has assumed that he is not an opponent from the west. How far is the west now?

What is that book?

At the age of ten, Liu felt the eyes cast by Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu, and shook his head, thinking that there was no such thing in Zhenzhai Sibao.

Bu Qiuxiao stood up and was ready to leave.

Although the sea has calmed down, the mountain in the Qianli Corridor is still unstable, and the breach under the cold mountain has to be dealt with. He still has a lot of things to do.

Liu was ten years old and put on a hot towel.

Bu Qiuxiao rubbed his face hard with a towel, looked at his expression, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to know the content of this book?"

Liu ten years old nodded honestly.

Bu Qiuxiao thought about it, took the book out and handed it to him, and said, "Don't read it down forcibly, do your best."

Liu ten-year-old solemnly took the book and said, "Mr. rest assured."

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui and others did not know what to say at all, and then remembered the nickname given to Liu Shisui by those good people in the practice world.

That night, Zhuo Ru finds Liu ten years old, rubs his hands, and asks, "Student Duobao, what is written in that book?"

Rubbing his hands was not because he was embarrassed, but rather a little excited. He understood that since Bu Qiuxiao had not explained, Liu was ten years old and would never mind sharing that book with the people at the end of God's Peak. As for whether he is the person of God's End Peak ... no matter what other people think, he definitely thinks so when he needs to think so.

"The book is ... rivers and lakes."

Liu's ten-year-old face was a little pale, and he was probably injured while reading a book.

He looked at Zhuo Rusui's fearless, scorching eyes, and passed the book, reminding him: "If you are upset, don't read on."

Zhuo Rusui said, "Do you think I'm such a countless person?"

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"Why did Zhuo Rusui pass out?"

Nan forgets to pick up a lotus and throws it to disciple Qing Rongfeng for cooking. Wang Guangyuan said to him, "He is the most disciple in charge of Brother Master, so nothing can happen."

Guangyuan real person said: "Thousands of Yuan sent someone to pass on the word, without talking about the details, it should not be a big deal to come."

It didn't take long for the latest news to come, saying that Zhuo Rusui was awake and knew the real reason for his coma.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows and said unpleasantly: "Liu ten years old told him to be careful, he was so greedy ... why did the head brother see this guy?"

Guangyuan real person said: "He is also in charge of his brother, and he wants to contend for the next leader, so he is so anxious that he must not blame him."

Nan forgetting to listen to these words, he looked slightly faint, but thinking that Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing would fight for the head in the future, they felt uncomfortable and directly switched the topic.

"No news from the Nether?"

Guangyuan shook his head.

Nan Wang said, "Zhan Zi and Bu Qiuxiao are not his opponents. Can no one really drive him away?"

Xilai held the corpse of Yin Feng in Wuqianyuan and guarded Jiu Jiu in his sleep. Although he didn't do anything, the Qingshan Sect was suppressed by the Kirishima pulse. The longer the time, the Qingshan Zongyue It was embarrassing, and whenever she thought of it, her face turned black.

Guangyuan real person sighed: "His current Kendo practice and realm are afraid that he has surpassed the southern trend of that year. Unless that person returns, no one can help him."

Among the practitioners of this generation, Liu Ci, Tan Bai, and Cao Sheng Cao Yuan are the strongest.

Xihai Sword God was already in this rank before he left.

Now the real person was seriously injured, and the dead dog was also seriously injured. Liu Ci and Bai Zhenren were both dead. Who is his opponent besides that big Buddha?

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There is no wind in the underworld, and the vast Hulun Lake is like a gray mirror, silently placed between the mountains.

The mountains are all new, and cliff rocks fall from time to time, but with the efforts of the underworld strongmen and countless people, they have become very stable and there is absolutely no danger of collapse.

The strange fire in the Styx has disappeared, and those green smoke do not know where it disappeared.

In the extremely high sky, the buddha was repairing something with an iron knife full of gaps, and her belly was more round than in previous years.

The collapsed river embankments were repaired, and the marsh did not know when it would dry up. He was doing more important things at this time.

With a light click, the hard cliff rock cracked a gap, then quickly expanded, and countless bright magma rushed down.

The Buddha gave a weary sigh, flew past the magma river, and plunged his body into that slit.

Vaguely, at the end of the crack, where the magma river comes, Bu Qiuxiao is casting a spell.

The lava hit the Buddha's body, spattering everywhere, looking like sparks in the sky.

It is difficult to destroy the world, and even harder to repair. It does not know how many years he will stay in this dark world.

A multicolored beam emerged from the ground and looked like a rainbow.

The rainbow converged on the periphery of the sky full of magma flowers, revealing A Piao's figure. She lifted up a leaf-like black bangs, looked at the big buddha in the sky, and shouted, "When are you going? My husband is staring at Xi, and he may die at any time!"

The Buddha said: "Xilai was looking for him to test his sword. He didn't wake up, so Xilai would naturally not do anything."

Ah Piao thought that was the truth, and said bitterly, "I am worried that Mr. Wake will never wake up again."

The Buddha said: "If so, what can I do to kill Xilai? He refuses to wake up, what can I do?"

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Sanqianyuan welcomed visitors again.

It's not Daosheng Caoyuan or His Majesty the Emperor, but a very unknown person.

Lu Jin, the head of Xuan Tianzong, is a powerful man who broke the sea, but where can he be regarded by the great men of Qingshan Sect, and how can he be compared with Zenzi and Bu Qiuxiao?

They were stopped at that lotus pond. If it wasn't for Lei Yijing and others remembering that he had entered Jingyuan, Nan Wang would not let them pass.

Even the most ordinary practitioners are unusual as long as they were the only guests in the original garden.

When he came to the three thousand courtyards, Lu Jin still refused to explain his intentions and insisted on meeting Jingjiu first.

Entering the round window zen room, Lu Jin looked at the breathless Jing Jiu on the bamboo chair and Bai Zao, who had been sleeping on the couch for more than a hundred years, and could not help thinking of the Meihui that year. In the May Fair battle, he once fought with Jing Jiu and Bai Zao for a period of time. It may be because of this that he had the opportunity.

Zhou Yunmu was worried about the danger of this trip, so he stayed in Xuantian Zongli. As a disciple, where would he agree, he just didn't expect that the trip would go so smoothly without any problems at all. Now he wants to understand. Who in the world can remember what happened 100 years ago so clearly?

"Now you can say it?" Nan Wang said blankly.

Lu Jin's gaze shifted over everyone's faces, and finally fell at Zhao Layue, and took out a black card and handed it over solemnly.

Nan Wang feels that this black card is familiar to them ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It seems that I have seen it somewhere, and I guessed the origin.

She watched Lu Jin give Zhao Layue this black card, and she couldn't help but look cold, thinking that it wasn't left to me?

Zhao Layue received the black card, feeling the faint sword intention inside, and after a moment of silence, he assigned a sword intention and went in.

More than ten rays of light emerged from the black card to form a picture, which should be a map of the rising continent from the outline.

Nan Wang had seen similar magical powers when he and Jing Jiu went looking for the coffin of the South Trend, and raised an eyebrow at the spot on the map and said, "Where is this?"

That light spot is outside the continuous mountains and rivers. Looking at the location of that mountain and river on the map, it should be Qingshan.

There is a thin line not far away, it should be a river.

Liu was ten years old and felt a little familiar, and finally remembered it after a while, and he was surprised and said, "I ... seemed to have been there when I was a kid."